My brother asked to borrow my bike for a ride in the hills with his mates. I said, sure, which one do you want? He said, oh, you’ve got more than one? I said, yeah, remember, we went on a ride together and you borrowed one of mine and I rode another one? He said, oh. Yeah, I’ll take the one I rode before.
On the day, I get a call… He’s halfway up the hills and isn’t sure he’s on the same bike as last time, it seems a bit harder to ride. Is it the grey one, I say? No, it’s the blue one. He’d walked past the hardtail he rode before, and taken my 224 out for an xc ride!
Clearly we are not actually related.